them that Taylor would be okay with it. “I better
go, then. Have Taylor give you my number if you still need math help.”
They frowned at
me. Barbie pouted.
They were probably
bad news, but I’d have to ask Taylor about asking one of them to the dance. I’d
never had one girl after me, let alone, two. I approached Taylor.
“You ready to go
home?”
“Are you? I
wouldn’t want to interrupt you,” she said. She didn’t look at me. She was
pissed.
“What did I do
Taylor?”
Her shoulders
slumped. “Nothing. Let’s go find my dad.”
I followed her to
the car. “Taylor.”
“What?”
“What did I do?”
She smiled. “You
didn’t do anything, Dylan. I’m being a bitch.”
“We’re okay?”
“Sure.”
When we arrived
home, I followed her to the kitchen. “That dance is coming up.”
“Yeah?”
“I wanted to ask
someone. Is it okay if I ask one of your friends?”
A bunch of
emotions crossed her face. I didn’t know any of them.
“Which friend?”
“Well, Barbie or
Bailey.”
She put a hand on
my arm, then she looked around. “Let me let you in on a little secret.”
“What?”
Her father had
disappeared. It wasn’t dinnertime yet, and besides, tonight pizza was being
delivered.
“Barbie and Bailey
are in a competition.”
“What kind?”
“To lose their
virginity. Whoever loses it to the coolest person wins. ”
So many questions
crossed my mind. “Who decides who is coolest?”
“The rest of the
cheerleading squad. Not me. I want nothing to do with it.”
“What does this
have to do with me?”
She eyed me for a
moment. “Guys really are idiots. They want to see who can lose it to you
because you’re cool. You’ve got that dark and broody thing going on.”
I took a step
back. “I’m cool?”
She sighed. “In
their eyes. They are using you, Dylan. They wouldn’t give you the time of day,
otherwise.”
Now that hurt.
“You don’t think they could like me?”
“They wouldn’t.
They are snobs and you don’t run in the same circles. That’s all. The problem
is with them, not you.”
“You don’t think
I’m good enough for them.”
“It isn’t that,
Dylan. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“I’m not. You
don’t think I’m good enough for your friends.”
I was pissed. I
stomped out of the kitchen, not wanting to be near her. Here I’d thought we’d
become friends and now she was not being nice to me, at all.
“Dylan.”
I didn’t stop. I’d
come down when pizza was here, but I wasn’t going to talk to Taylor. I’d been
worried about her feelings, but she wasn’t worried about mine.
Chapter
Ten
Taylor
I tried to talk to
Dylan all week, but he ignored me and managed not to be alone with me except in
the car, and I didn’t want to have that conversation in front of either of my
parents. I’d get my car back soon, but not before the dance.
He’d asked Barbie,
and she was going with him. I was going stag as I didn’t want to go with
anyone. I think if Dylan had asked, I would have gone with him, but that
certainly wasn’t happening.
Men. What was I
supposed to do about him? He was going to get used and I didn’t want to see his
heart broken. I certainly didn’t want to see Barbie get her claws into him.
Tonight was the
dance and the night that Barbie was going to have sex with Dylan. Darn. I’d
really screwed this up. I thought he wanted me to be honest with him.
The gym was made
up to look like a Winter Wonderland. Snowflakes hung from the ceiling. I hadn’t
been on the decorating committee this year, but they’d done a good job. The
music was too loud to talk.
I tried not to be
a stalker, but I kept my eye on Dylan and Barbie. The first time she went to
the bathroom, I pounced.
“Dylan, we need to
talk.”
“No, we don’t,
Taylor. You’ve said all that I need to hear. Barbie thinks you’re jealous.”
I took a step back.
“You told
go, then. Have Taylor give you my number if you still need math help.”
They frowned at
me. Barbie pouted.
They were probably
bad news, but I’d have to ask Taylor about asking one of them to the dance. I’d
never had one girl after me, let alone, two. I approached Taylor.
“You ready to go
home?”
“Are you? I
wouldn’t want to interrupt you,” she said. She didn’t look at me. She was
pissed.
“What did I do
Taylor?”
Her shoulders
slumped. “Nothing. Let’s go find my dad.”
I followed her to
the car. “Taylor.”
“What?”
“What did I do?”
She smiled. “You
didn’t do anything, Dylan. I’m being a bitch.”
“We’re okay?”
“Sure.”
When we arrived
home, I followed her to the kitchen. “That dance is coming up.”
“Yeah?”
“I wanted to ask
someone. Is it okay if I ask one of your friends?”
A bunch of
emotions crossed her face. I didn’t know any of them.
“Which friend?”
“Well, Barbie or
Bailey.”
She put a hand on
my arm, then she looked around. “Let me let you in on a little secret.”
“What?”
Her father had
disappeared. It wasn’t dinnertime yet, and besides, tonight pizza was being
delivered.
“Barbie and Bailey
are in a competition.”
“What kind?”
“To lose their
virginity. Whoever loses it to the coolest person wins. ”
So many questions
crossed my mind. “Who decides who is coolest?”
“The rest of the
cheerleading squad. Not me. I want nothing to do with it.”
“What does this
have to do with me?”
She eyed me for a
moment. “Guys really are idiots. They want to see who can lose it to you
because you’re cool. You’ve got that dark and broody thing going on.”
I took a step
back. “I’m cool?”
She sighed. “In
their eyes. They are using you, Dylan. They wouldn’t give you the time of day,
otherwise.”
Now that hurt.
“You don’t think they could like me?”
“They wouldn’t.
They are snobs and you don’t run in the same circles. That’s all. The problem
is with them, not you.”
“You don’t think
I’m good enough for them.”
“It isn’t that,
Dylan. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“I’m not. You
don’t think I’m good enough for your friends.”
I was pissed. I
stomped out of the kitchen, not wanting to be near her. Here I’d thought we’d
become friends and now she was not being nice to me, at all.
“Dylan.”
I didn’t stop. I’d
come down when pizza was here, but I wasn’t going to talk to Taylor. I’d been
worried about her feelings, but she wasn’t worried about mine.
Chapter
Ten
Taylor
I tried to talk to
Dylan all week, but he ignored me and managed not to be alone with me except in
the car, and I didn’t want to have that conversation in front of either of my
parents. I’d get my car back soon, but not before the dance.
He’d asked Barbie,
and she was going with him. I was going stag as I didn’t want to go with
anyone. I think if Dylan had asked, I would have gone with him, but that
certainly wasn’t happening.
Men. What was I
supposed to do about him? He was going to get used and I didn’t want to see his
heart broken. I certainly didn’t want to see Barbie get her claws into him.
Tonight was the
dance and the night that Barbie was going to have sex with Dylan. Darn. I’d
really screwed this up. I thought he wanted me to be honest with him.
The gym was made
up to look like a Winter Wonderland. Snowflakes hung from the ceiling. I hadn’t
been on the decorating committee this year, but they’d done a good job. The
music was too loud to talk.
I tried not to be
a stalker, but I kept my eye on Dylan and Barbie. The first time she went to
the bathroom, I pounced.
“Dylan, we need to
talk.”
“No, we don’t,
Taylor. You’ve said all that I need to hear. Barbie thinks you’re jealous.”
I took a step back.
“You told
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